C'mon man, with those 12-foot-wall-scaling-rifle-stock-beating ninja skills, you should be able to protect your family just fine. What are you worried about? In Libya, you had to deal with real terrorists which are far more hardcore than some thug wannabees back home. Man up Nancy!

C'mon man, with those 12-foot-wall-scaling, rifle-stock-beating ninja skills, you should be able to protect your family just fine. What are you worried about? In Libya, you had to deal with real terrorists which are far more hardcore than some thug wannabees back home. Man up Nancy!

kidgenius:C'mon man, with those 12-foot-wall-scaling, rifle-stock-beating ninja skills, you should be able to protect your family just fine. What are you worried about? In Libya, you had to deal with real terrorists which are far more hardcore than some thug wannabees back home. Man up Nancy!

kidgenius:C'mon man, with those 12-foot-wall-scaling-rifle-stock-beating ninja skills, you should be able to protect your family just fine. What are you worried about? In Libya, you had to deal with real terrorists which are far more hardcore than some thug wannabees back home. Man up Nancy!

Three Crooked Squirrels:kidgenius: C'mon man, with those 12-foot-wall-scaling-rifle-stock-beating ninja skills, you should be able to protect your family just fine. What are you worried about? In Libya, you had to deal with real terrorists which are far more hardcore than some thug wannabees back home. Man up Nancy!

kidgenius:C'mon man, with those 12-foot-wall-scaling, rifle-stock-beating ninja skills, you should be able to protect your family just fine. What are you worried about? In Libya, you had to deal with real terrorists which are far more hardcore than some thug wannabees back home. Man up Nancy!

Rand Paul:C'mon man, with those 12-foot-wall-scaling-rifle-stock-beating ninja skills, you should be able to protect your family just fine. What are you worried about? In Libya, you had to deal with real terrorists which are far more hardcore than some thug wannabees back home. Man up Nancy!

C'mon man, with those 12-foot-wall-scaling-cock-stock-beating beats, you should be able to pop n' lock just fine. What are you worried about? On the cardboard, you had to deal with real sucker MCs which are far more hardcore than some thug wannabees back home. Man up Nancy!

kidgenius:C'mon man, with those 12-foot-wall-scaling-rifle-stock-beating ninja skills, you should be able to protect your family just fine. What are you worried about? In Libya, you had to deal with real terrorists which are far more hardcore than some thug wannabees back home. Man up Nancy!

kidgenius:C'mon man, with those 12-foot-wall-scaling-rifle-stock-beating ninja skills, you should be able to protect your family just fine. What are you worried about? In Libya, you had to deal with real terrorists which are far more hardcore than some thug wannabees back home. Man up Nancy!

kidgenius:"C'mon man, with those 12-foot-wall-scaling-rifle-stock-beating ninja skills, you should be able to protect your family just fine. What are you worried about? In Libya, you had to deal with real terrorists which are far more hardcore than some thug wannabees back home. Man up Nancy!

ValisIV:kidgenius: "C'mon man, with those 12-foot-wall-scaling-rifle-stock-beating ninja skills, you should be able to protect your family just fine. What are you worried about? In Libya, you had to deal with real terrorists which are far more hardcore than some thug wannabees back home. Man up Nancy!" - RAND PAUL

kidgenius:C'mon man, with those 12-foot-wall-scaling-rifle-stock-beating ninja skills, you should be able to protect your family just fine. What are you worried about? In Libya, you had to deal with real terrorists which are far more hardcore than some thug wannabees back home. Man up Nancy!

kidgenius:C'mon man, with those 12-foot-wall-scaling-rifle-stock-beating ninja skills, you should be able to protect your family just fine. What are you worried about? In Libya, you had to deal with real terrorists which are far more hardcore than some thug wannabees back home. Man up Nancy!

Master of the Flying Guillotine:Mother Jones ran an excerpt from Dylan Davies' The Embassy House. It reads like a self-aggrandizing Eric Cartman delusion. It's pretty hilarious anyone would think the account is real.

I suspected that you were exaggerating.

You were not.

The woman prosecutor stepped in now. "No, no, no-let's be clear on one thing: you let no one down." "Dead right," the FBI guy added. "Without you we'd have no information at all right now. Since the attack no one has been on the ground in that compound apart from you, and we cannot thank you enough for all those photos." "I still feel guilty that I didn't make it over the wall the first time I tried." I went to make them all another coffee. The lady prosecutor came into the kitchen. "Hey, you know, Morgan- you did a good thing," she volunteered. "You did the right thing. Do not beat yourself up over this, okay? You're a good man. A good man, you hear me?" I was tearing up. She was the motherly, kindly figure that I needed right now, and it was good of her to say those words. She stayed with me as I made the coffees, but in the background I could hear the guys firing questions back and forth at each other in hushed voices. You ask him...No, you ask him...

The woman prosecutor stepped in now. "No, no, no-let's be clear on one thing: you let no one down." "Dead right," the FBI guy added. "Without you we'd have no information at all right now. Since the attack no one has been on the ground in that compound apart from you, and we cannot thank you enough for all those photos." "I still feel guilty that I didn't make it over the wall the first time I tried." I went to make them all another coffee. The lady prosecutor came into the kitchen. "Hey, you know, Morgan- you did a good thing," she volunteered. "You did the right thing. Do not beat yourself up over this, okay? You're a good man. A good man, you hear me?" I was tearing up. She was the motherly, kindly figure that I needed right now, and it was good of her to say those words. She stayed with me as I made the coffees, but in the background I could hear the guys firing questions back and forth at each other in hushed voices. You ask him...No, you ask him...

Utter dreck.

There's probably a great scene later in the book where the lady prosecutor shows up at his hotel room and confesses she couldn't keep her mind off of him and all the things he said. She calls him a real hero and then asks to take a shower. He hesitates while the door is partway open with steam pouring out of it and condensing on the windows, and then he nods and kicks down the bathroom door. Then they make passionate love through the weekend because he's totally a great lover with a humongous hero dick and the stamina of a doped-up Lance Armstrong.

The woman prosecutor stepped in now. "No, no, no-let's be clear on one thing: you let no one down." "Dead right," the FBI guy added. "Without you we'd have no information at all right now. Since the attack no one has been on the ground in that compound apart from you, and we cannot thank you enough for all those photos." "I still feel guilty that I didn't make it over the wall the first time I tried." I went to make them all another coffee. The lady prosecutor came into the kitchen. "Hey, you know, Morgan- you did a good thing," she volunteered. "You did the right thing. Do not beat yourself up over this, okay? You're a good man. A good man, you hear me?" I was tearing up. She was the motherly, kindly figure that I needed right now, and it was good of her to say those words. She stayed with me as I made the coffees, but in the background I could hear the guys firing questions back and forth at each other in hushed voices. You ask him...No, you ask him...

Utter dreck.

There's probably a great scene later in the book where the lady prosecutor shows up at his hotel room and confesses she couldn't keep her mind off of him and all the things he said. She calls him a real hero and then asks to take a shower. He hesitates while the door is partway open with steam pouring out of it and condensing on the windows, and then he nods and kicks down the bathroom door. Then they make passionate love through the weekend because he's totally a great lover with a humongous hero dick and the stamina of a doped-up Lance Armstrong.

Nobody has threatened his family. He shot his relevance-wad already and now has no value to anybody. He's just a Special-Forces-Wanabee mercenary-for-hire (rent-a-cop contractor) with delusions of awesomeness who's not willing to accept that he no longer has a spotlight or that the spotlight he had for a brief time exposed his pathetic short-dick narcissism.

What a fortuitous turn of events! Somebody wants to shut him up bad, but they could only be bothered to threaten him into silence/hiding AFTER his story has been redacted by CBS, his book yanked off the shelves and his credibility destroyed.

Having a great reason for instantly dropping out of all public life, just as all this is blowing up in his face, turns out to be a best case scenario. What are the odds?